Page 38 of Like Fathers, Like Son
I started lifting the towel to her face to try and prove it, before I realised that it’d convince her she was right.
“It’s just water, I promise. Let me clean you up, and you’ll feel better then.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight me when I straightened her legs back down and pushed them apart.Jesus. As well as the blood, there was bruising developing on her thighs; bruises shaped like my fingers.
Despite the shame I felt for bludgeoning my way through her virginity, I had to admit that those bruises were seriously fucking sexy. As was the fact that I now knew she’d only ever been with me. I was her only lover. The only cock to ever be inside her. She truly was completely mine.
“Stop looking so fucking proud, Blaze. You hurt me, and you deserve to rot in hell.”
I blinked myself out of my thoughts, using the damp towel to mop the blood from her skin in gentle swipes, noting every wince and shudder at my touch. Once her thighs were free of blood, I pushed her legs further apart, and used the other side of the wet towel to swipe between them. Again, she flinched at my touch, and wouldn’t meet my eyes, even as she watched my hands carefully, distrustfully.
A new urge was taking over though, because I’d hurt her, but I could make it better, couldn’t I? I’d taken my pleasure, but I’d given none in return. That was the complaint so many women had about men, right? I could fix that right now.
I tossed the towel aside, and slid my fingers between Anneka’s legs, seeing them twitch as she gasped.
“What thehellare you doing?”
“Making it better,” I whispered, as I lowered my face between her legs, pinning them in place to keep her still.
Anneka
HE WAS DELUSIONAL, RIGHT? He really thought he should be touching me again right now?
He licked between my legs, and trailed his thumb from my clit down to my pussy, before pushing it inside me. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. What the hell was he playing at?
Blaze used his arms to pin down my thighs, as he used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips apart, making me feel so exposed and insecure because it was him, and nobody had ever hurt me the way he had. I’d never even really been touched intimately before him.
I couldn’t escape him, or stop him, and as his tongue started teasing at me, I realised the worst part was that it could end up feeling good. It shouldn’t feel good. I shouldn’t enjoy anything he does to me, because he’s a monster.
He flicked his tongue over my clit, circling it and sucking on it, and how was it that Blazeof all peopleknew exactly where to find it, and tease it in just a way that my attempts to move my hips had changed from flinching away, to attempting to move closer for more.
Blaze’s blue eyes lifted to mine, and he watched me as he slowly and languidly teased me with his tongue and his lips, kissing me down there like he would my mouth. It was starting to feel good, and I didn’t want that, because he didn’t deserve my pleasure as well as my pain, and my fear.
“Stop it, Blaze!”
He pushed me apart again and thrust his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, before he dragged his tongue up and back to my clit again, circling, flicking, sucking.
Tingles of something I really didn’t want to call pleasure licked their way up my insides in sync with his tonguing, and I was suddenly so afraid that he’d make me come. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want him in control of me in that way. I held my breath, trying to force away that feeling that kept building inside me.
“No,” I whispered as pleasure started to ripple through me, building up to a crescendo that I kept trying to fight.
As Blaze became more and more determined to push me over the edge, he became rougher and more frantic in his tonguing, adding a finger, and then two, to try and force me to come. It was less comfortable, but it succeeded, as pleasure and shame rocketed through me in equal measure, and I cursed Blaze’s name, even as I rode the wave I’d tried to deny.
That smug, self-satisfied look on his face as he sat up, swiping his tongue over his lips, took the edge off for me, helping me back into anger after that orgasm kinda muddied the waters enough, that I almost stopped hating him for a few moments.
“I suppose you think that makes it okay,” I murmured, trying to pull away from him again to curl up, to protect myself from more of his touch.
Blaze looked confused, even as he tentatively licked at his fingers and then sucked on them.
“Disgusting,” I hissed at him, starting to tremble as my body temperature stared dipping again. For a while I’d been overheating during his attentions, but now I was desperately in need of something to wrap around me. Blaze sat up properly, releasing his fingers and wiping them on his jeans.
“I don’t get it,” he said, standing up and leaning over me with a key he’d produced from his pocket. He unlocked the cuffs and set them on the bedside cabinet, as I rubbed at my wrists for a brief second before I grabbed the bedding, and pulled it up around me.
“Get what?”
He offered me the remains of the glass of water, and I snatched it, even as my hand shook and nearly tipped it over.
“You came. You wouldn’t come like that if you hated me so much. You wanted it, and I gave it to you.You’re welcome.“ He ducked as I threw the glass at him, splatting the last of the water across his face as it shattered against the wall behind him.
